From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,
This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.
They will make sure that wewe never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that wewe know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge wewe to upendo him...
Can these be my hands Why won't they follow my commands Someone took my breath from me I can't see and i can't speak I had a dream wewe were a snake I guess this proves i knew wewe well I had a dream when i was falling down Until i landed under wewe
Go to hell and leave me with The keys to your car Delia will drive me through the rain
And it's just like wewe to pick the perfect time When i'm already down and there
If wewe gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life I know I'm not perfect but I can smile and I hope that wewe see this moyo behind my tired eyes If wewe tell me that I can't, I will, I will, I'll try all night and if I say I'm coming home, I'll probably be out all night I know I can be afraid but I'm alive and I hope that wewe can trust this moyo behing my tired eyes